CHAPTER 10

　　Daisy's POV

　　I enter the tent and exhale deeply.

　　Hunter and I have been at each other's throat for almost 3 years now, so why the sudden attraction? If he had kissed me, what would I have done? In that moment, I probably might have kissed him back.

　　I start a mantra in my head to put everything back in place.

　　You have a crush on Dean and no one else, Hunter is just a stupid jerk

　　You have a crush on Dean and no one else, Hunter is just a stupid jerk

　　You have a crush on Dean and no one else, Hunter is just a handsome and considerate...

　　Ughh

　　I hear growling coming from my side of the tent and I turn to see the dog munching on something green. I ignore it and proceed to change my clothes.

　　I prepare to move out of the tent when I realize I had forgotten my bracelet. It was my mother's gift for my fourteenth birthday just before she was murdered.

　　I blink back tears and try my best to forget the horrible incident that led to my mother being killed and my phobia of darkness.

　　"Hurry up, we have to start this project or we'll never finish before the deadline" Hunter calls to me from outside the tent.

　　"I wouldn't have needed to change my clothes if some moron hadn't dragged me into the river!" I scream at him harder than I intended trying to pass all the hurt I was feeling at the moment to him.

　　"What's with the mood? You sure it's not that time of the month?" he says coming inside the tent and eyeing me wearily.

　　I ignore him as I scan the tent area with my eyes trying to remember where I placed the bracelet and I see it beside my pillow. I sigh in relief and move to take it when something catches my attention.

　　Wasn't that my headband the dog was chewing on?

　　I move closer to try and dislodge the nesting thought in my brain. When I finally confirm that it was mine, I snatch it away from the dog and lift the tattered ruin in disbelieve.

　　"Oh that" Hunter says pointing to the headband "I gave it to it when it wouldn't leave me alone". He adds.

　　"You gave it my head band?" I ask giving him an incredulous look.

　　"It's just a head band, get over it. Besides you were the one who brought a dog in here not me. The dog is a 'he' by the way"

　　"It was special to me!" I all but shouted in his face trying to make a big deal out of it.

　　"What? A gift from your boyfriend?" he asks as if it's impossible for me to have a boyfriend.

　　"Yes and now it's all ruined" I shriek.

　　Of course I didn't have a boyfriend, but he didn't know that. And I really liked that head band.

　　He scoffs "You said differently yester night" he says trying to call my bluff.

　　"Well I lied, okay" I reply composing my face into one of someone speaking the truth.

　　His face darkens.

　　"Just get out and let's get this project over with" he states turning to walk out the tent.

　　What crawled up his ass and died?

　　I throw the remains of the head band back to the dog; it wouldn't be useful for me anymore anyway.

　　I gather my note and pen and follow Hunter back to the river to start the project.

　　EVENING

　　We worked all day on the project and I was quite surprised to find out just how smart Hunter really is.

　　After eating dinner and bidding good night to my friends, I go back to the tent to prepare for bed.

　　10 minutes later, I was happily settled on my bed ready to sleep when Hunter comes in.

　　I remember that the dog had pooped on his bed earlier so I quickly pretend as if I was asleep. I didn't want to be the focus of his anger, not tonight anyway; I was too tired for that.

　　I observe him out of the corner of my eye and watch as he takes off his shirt and draws back the blanket I'd spread on his bed earlier to cover up the stains on it.

　　"What the hell?" He exclaims.

　　I start to breathe in and out evenly to make my pretense look more real.

　　"Daisy!" he calls out to me but I don't stir.

　　He mutters something under his breath and I feel him climbing into my bed.

　　What is he doing?

　　Why is he climbing in my bed?

　　Go back to your poop-infested bed!!!

　　I can't say that out loud though because I'm supposed to be asleep.

　　He shifts closer and I forget how to breathe. 15 minutes later but who's counting, his breathing evens out driving home the fact that he was asleep.

　　I blame the puppy who I'd finally decided to name King for putting me in this situation.

　　I sigh quietly and shift to the end of the bed to put some distance between us because my hormones were going crazy by just being near him.

　　I suddenly feel his arm wrap around my waist and pull me against him. He runs his hands over my bare arm and I almost sigh at just how good his touch feels on my skin.

　　"Hunter?" I call out to know if he was awake.

　　No response.

　　"Hunter?" I call out again

　　He doesn't respond so I conclude he's asleep.

　　This isn't fair! Why should he be able to sleep peacefully while I was nearly intoxicated with his presence?

　　He pulls me closer and rests his head in the crook of my neck making me freeze. I should probably leave the bed but I couldn't even bring myself to move.

　　This is all so wrong. Hunter's arms around me shouldn't feel so good. I shouldn't be feeling like I was home in his arms. This shouldn't all seem so perfect.

　　All this thoughts have brought me to one conclusion, I think something's wrong with me.

　　If something is wrong with me, I should probably enjoy the wrongness while it lasts so I relax in Hunter's arms and lay my right arm over his hand that was wrapped around my waist.

　　Tomorrow, everything can go back to normal.